Date: Fri, 19 Oct 2018 10:13:47 -0700 From: Ian Bridger Subject: The Boy From Sweden Chapter 3 Readers Warning; The following story contains elements of sexual play between young boys. If the subject matter offends you, or is not to your taste, or if you are a minor under the age of eighteen; then you should not read any further. Story Written and Posted by About A Boy This story focuses on two boys, and their budding relationship. One, a twelve year old Swedish boy, and the other a seventeen year old American boy. The story takes place in Orebro Sweden, roughly 120 miles west of Stockholm. *In the last Chapter: Erik, the seventeen year old boy from America, and Bo, the nearly thirteen year old Swedish boy, find their curious relationship growing stronger; as they stay with the younger boy's grandparents, on their farm in Orebro Sweden. Last chapter, the boys spent some time alone together, which nearly led to an unexpected physical encounter. Bo, who is heavily into competitive bicycling, shared that interest with Erik. The Boy From Sweden Part Three I woke fairly early the next morning, still filled with nervous energy that had come from my 'near' encounter with Bo, the night before. I had to wonder, how far things might have gone, if Bo's grandparents hadn't have come home when they did. I was enthralled with Bo. He was the sweetest, cutest boy I had ever known. He was bright, and funny, filled with youthful wonder and innocence. Couple that with the fact that physically he was absolutely stunning, it was no wonder that I had a real, and growing fondness for the boy. With my pent up energy, I got dressed and made my way out into one of the fields of Mr. Hansson's farm. He had previously shown me what work needed to be done there, and since I was anxious to please him, I thought I would get the early start. One of the irrigation lines in the field had separated, and Mr. Hansson wanted the line repaired, and several sections replaced. I had been working for an hour or so, when I saw Mr. Hansson walking one of his other fields. He waved to me, then gave me a thumbs up, apparently pleased that I was already working away on the project he had assigned. I continued working for awhile, until I looked up and noticed Bo walking across the field toward me. I leaned against the handle of my shovel, and I smiled as I watched him approach. He was wearing a white tank top, and a pair of navy blue deck shorts, that came just above his knees. With the morning sun shining on him, it reminded me of a scene from some movie. Like he was walking in slow motion, his face radiated his boyish good looks, and his long, shoulder length blond hair swayed gently as he walked. "Morning pal." I greeted, as he reached me. "Hej Erik." (Hello Erik) He said cheerfully, and he flashed his warm smile at me. "I brought you some juice, and muffins." He handed me a small sack, and one of his bicycle water bottles, which was filled with fresh squeezed orange juice. "Nice touch." I said, indicating the water bottle. "Ja, it was the only way I wouldn't spill it all by the time I got out here." he laughed. I pulled on the tip of the bottle, then squeezed some of the cold juice into my mouth. "Mmm, thanks." I said after swallowing. "Did you sleep well last night?" "Yes. I... I had a good dream." Bo answered, smiling slyly at me. "Eat the muffins. Mormor (Grandmother) made them fresh this morning, and they're still warm." I opened the sack, and could smell the fresh blueberry treats. I offered one to Bo, but he said he had already eaten, so I started in on one of them. Bo reached over and took the shovel that I was holding. "I can help... Ja?" he asked. And without waiting for an answer, he started digging in the small trench I had been working on. I watched him as he shoveled, his young boyish muscles flexed as he dug. I finished the muffin, and took another long drink of juice, and then set the bottle down near the fence. Bo wanted to keep digging, so I gathered some of the irrigation piping and began setting them in the trench that was already dug. We worked for about half an hour, with Bo eagerly helping right beside me. Beginning to sweat again, I pulled my shirt off and tossed it over the fence post, and then turned to grab more of the piping. When I turned back around again, I immediately noticed that Bo had also taken his tank top off, and had tossed it over mine. I had to smile, because here was this sweet kid, trying to emulate me. I thought it was a cute gesture, but didn't say anything to embarrass him; so I reached over and tousled his hair. Bo smiled back at me, and together we worked to finish installing the pipe. I couldn't help but watch Bo from time to time. For a boy who was still shy of thirteen years old, he had such a nice, lean little body. His shoulders were wide and firm, his stomach was flat, and just starting to show some definition. His smooth tanned skin shined enticingly with a thin film of perspiration in the morning sun. But I wasn't the only one looking... Bo seemed to glance at me, whenever he thought I wasn't looking, and once, while we stooped to tighten the last coupling, he intentionally leaned in close, so that our sweaty bodies brushed against each other. I have to say that I didn't mind that in the least... When we had finished the job, I was pleased at the amount of effort Bo had put in. He actually helped quite a bit, and as we stood to survey our work, I put my arm around his bare shoulders. "Thanks Bo. We make a pretty good team." I said earnestly. He beamed at the compliment, and he innocently put his arm around my waist as we stood side by side examining our work. "I like being with you." Bo remarked, looking up at me. "Thanks for letting me help." We stood for a moment, then shared the last of the juice that Bo had brought out earlier. The boy had dirt, wetly smeared at various places on his sweaty skin, and I smiled at the sight. "You're a mess." I chuckled, and Bo looked down at his own torso. I reached over with my hand, and wiped a streak of mud from his firm boyish chest, my fingers rubbing gently across his dime sized nipple. "Come on, lets take the extra stuff back to the barn." We scooped up the few remaining materials, and the tools that I had brought out, and together we traipsed back across the field toward the barn. I cleaned up the tools, and we put everything away properly. "I guess we should get cleaned up also, ja?" Bo asked. "Yeah, prob'ly a good idea." I agreed. "You're a mess too..." Bo said, as he looked at me. And although I really didn't have dirt smudged on my body, the boy reached over and rubbed his hand across my stomach, as if he was brushing some away. Then he looked up timidly at me. "You have good muscles.." he said, his hand still touching my stomach. "Thanks. Um, well I guess I'll take a shower then." I said. Bo looked up at me. "Ja... I could, maybe take one out here too?!" He said quietly, with a hopeful look on his face. My mind raced; I wanted so badly to see him naked, and shower with him. I had only imagined what his young boy parts looked like. I had only seen their beautiful outline, hidden beneath the skin tight spandex he wore while riding. But... "Uhh, well, I don't know bud. I mean, you'll have to go inside for fresh clothes and stuff. I don't know how your Grampa and Grandma would react to you coming back out here just to shower." "It's okay..." Bo pleaded. "In Sweden we have many public bath houses... Sauna's and spa's and things. It's common to bathe together with family...and others." He nodded hopefully. "Dude... I... Look, I would love to... I mean, I don't have a problem with it... It's just, well, I don't want your grandparents to get the wrong idea, you know." "What is the wrong idea?" Bo asked. "Just, you know..." I stammered. "Look, maybe next time, ok?" Bo looked seriously disappointed; his head drooped a little, as he looked sadly at the floor. Oh man, I thought, why do things have to be so complicated? Bo turned and started to walk from the barn, but I reached out and put my hand on his bare shoulder, stopping him. He stood for a moment, then turned to look back at me. "Do you remember what you said to me, in the driveway the yesterday?" I asked. "Ja... So?" Bo asked. "Well... I think... Jag alskar dig också..." I had been practicing this phrase. ( I think, I love you also...) Bo looked up at me, a bit surprised. A thin smile crossed his lips, and his remarkable blue eyes had a fresh gleam in them. Raising up on his tip toes, he surprised me and gently kissed the corner of my mouth, then he turned and hurried off toward the house. I shook my head, surprised that I had even said such a thing. I showered alone. Feeling more than a little confused, and like Bo, somewhat disappointed. This was Sweden after all. It was as Bo had said; many homes had saunas and pools. There were nudist beaches and resorts, and, for the most part overt nudism was not at all uncommon. But, we weren't talking about being naked together, were we! Showering with the boy wasn't really the issue. There was, unmistakably, an attraction of sorts between us, both emotional and physical. And, even here in Sweden as open minded as people were, there were still boundaries. Right? I mean I just turned seventeen, and even though I'm a boy by everyone else's standards, there is still a gap in our ages... Right? I mean, shit.... Why do things have to be so complicated? I finished my shower, and then pulled on a pair of underwear and shorts, I lay down on my bed to relax and read a few more Swedish phrases from my guide book. I studied the guide for about half an hour, till I heard a faint sound from the barn. There was a soft knocking at the bedroom door, and then it opened just a crack. "I can come in?" Bo asked, peeking his head through the opening. "Yes." I smiled. They boy walked in and swung the door closed behind him. He had showered and changed clothes; and his long blond hair hung loosely and disheveled around his head. He had the look of a California beach boy, only better. So damn cute... Bo walked over to where I was lying on the bed, and he sat on the edge of it along side of me. "So, vad gör du?" (what are you doing) He asked, as he looked at the translation booklet that I was holding. I could guess at what he had said by the inflection in his voice, and I held up the booklet, and pointed to it. "I'm practicing." I told him. "See... Du är min vän." I smiled. Bo returned the smile, then corrected my pronunciation just a bit, and replied. "You are my friend too." He smiled warmly at me, and then he put his hand on my bare shoulder. "Du har mjuka skai." (You have soft skin) He commented, as he slid his palm down to my elbow, and up again. "What? I can't keep up with you." I told him. "What did you say?" "Nothing... It's not important." Bo smiled. "Do you want to go for a bicycle ride, with me and Jan?" (His friend from the cycling team) Bo asked. "Sure. That sounds like fun." I answered. "Ja..." Bo smiled happily. "He will be here in about an hour, ok? I will go and get ready, and see if Mormor (grandmother) will make some snacks for us to take along." "Cool." I said, smiling at him. The boy continued to sit for a moment, his hand still softly resting on my shoulder, as he looked down at my bare torso. He moved his hand then, to my stomach, and ran his finger lazily around my naval. "You have an 'innie', like me." He sniggered, and with his other hand he pulled up his tee shirt to show me. "See..." With a smile, I moved my hand to his firm, flat belly and held it there against his warm skin. I dipped my finger into his little 'innie' of a belly button, and wiggled it playfully. Bo giggled, and copied my move. He looked up at me with a sly little smile, and then he stood up and headed to the door. "I must go change now..." He said lightly, and I noticed as he walked out, that he reached down to give himself a little squeeze in his shorts. As the door clicked shut, I could only lie there and shake my head. Bo was a little tease, I chuckled... Then I had to reach down to make a slight adjustment of my own. This was crazy, whatever it was that we had going on between us. Crazy, but fun... I continued to study my translator book for a while, determined to learn some clever little phrases that I could use on Bo, to either surprise him, or make him laugh. I kind of lost track of time, and about half an hour later, Bo came knocking on the door again. He opened it and came in, without waiting for an answer. He was wearing his spandex cycling gear, and it was a bit of a struggle for me not to keep looking down at the soft little bulge pressed firmly against the fabric. (It was pointing to the left by the way, so, clearly I didn't fully succeed in trying not to look.) "I have something for you." Bo told me, as he anxiously handed me a small plastic shopping bag. "I asked Farfar (Grandfather) yesterday if I could buy them for you." I took the bag and opened it with a curious smile. Reaching in, I withdrew a cool looking pair of shorts. "They're bike riding shorts." Bo grinned. "We got them at the sporting goods store. They look like regular shorts, but they have a lining, with a seat pad sewn into them." He smiled as I examined the shorts. "This way, you can go on long rides with me, and your bottom won't get so sore." He laughed. "Whoa, this is like... Really cool. That was so nice of you to do." I said. "I wanted to get you the Spandex ones like mine, but they didn't carry them there." Bo apologized. "No, no, this is way cool." I told him. Bo grinned, sincerely happy that I liked his gift. I put my arm around his shoulders in appreciation, "Thanks Bo..." We stood there for a moment as I further examined the shorts, which I noticed were made by Nike. This was a very thoughtful gift, and I smiled again at the other boy to let him know I really appreciated his doing that for me. "Go on... Try them on." Bo suggested. I put the bag down on the dresser, and then without any thought, I undid the button of my shorts and took them off. I stooped a bit to step into the new riding shorts. "Nej." (No) Bo said, shaking his head as he stood just a few feet in front of me. "You don't wear underwear with these." "No? I suppose you wouldn't, since they're lined and all. Duh..." I grinned, as I looked at Bo, who was still standing there intently. I considered for a moment, then hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my underwear and saw Bo's eyes widen expectantly, then I slid them down my legs. Standing up, I put my undies on top of the dresser, and glanced again at Bo. He was keenly focused on my soft, naked teenage boy parts. I lifted one leg, and stepped into the bike shorts, then followed with the other, slowly pulling them up my legs and over my hips. Then I stuck my hand down the front to arrange myself in them. I was still looking at Bo. He swallowed, then finally looking up at me, he blushed when he realized that I had been watching him. I smiled warmly at him, to let him know that I didn't care. "They... They look good on you." He said, a bit sheepishly. "Yeah, they fit just right. Thank you Bo." "Ok, well, uh, Jan will be here soon, and then we'll take you an a nice ride. A long loop up into the hills." "That sounds pretty good. Uh, by hills I hope you don't mean mountains." I laughed. "No silly... Just some easy climbs. This is a good ride, very pretty countryside. It's a good training ride." "Cool. So, how long is this loop?" I asked. "We will go by the lake, so... About forty three kilometers or so." He smiled. I raised my eyebrows, it sounded like a long ride. I did a quick calculation in my head. "Hmm, about.... Twenty seven miles then?! That's cool I guess." "Ja, it's easy Erik. You will like it for sure." Bo said. "Mormor (Grandmother) said she will pack us some goodies to snack on, and I'll get us both some water bottles." Bo smiled. He glanced back down at my shorts, then hurried out and back to the house. "Yeah, easy for them, they ride bikes everyday..." I said aloud, with a little laugh to myself. I pulled on a pair of ankle socks, and slipped into my Nike trainers. Then grabbed one of my sports type shirts; it was a black, sleeveless 'Under Armour' dri-fit, and I pulled it on. I loved these sport shirts. They were light, and fit snugly to your body. I glanced at myself in the bathroom mirror, and flexed a little bit. "I look good..." I said, poking fun at myself with a little chuckle. Finished with that, I went out into the barn and checked the air pressure in the tires of both bikes. I pumped them up to the proper pressure, and one at a time I rolled them outside and leaned them against the building. I looked at Bo's Specialized Bike, and shook my head. This really was a nice, carbon fiber performance bicycle, and rather pricey as well. I never had anything like this at his age. In fact, I still don't. As I looked up, I noticed another bike just turning into the long driveway. It was Jan, Bo's friend. He looked pretty sharp, all decked out in his mostly white Lycra riding gear and his helmet. The boy wheeled up to the barn along side of me and nodded, "Hej Erik." he greeted. "Hej Jan..." I returned with a friendly smile, just as Bo was coming out from the house. He was carrying a small backpack and four water bottles. "Hej Jan." He grinned at his young friend as he walked toward us. They looked at each other, then both glanced at me, smiling. Bo handed me two of the water bottles and I slipped them into the bottle cages on the bike. "We are ready to go then." Bo declared as he fastened his helmet. "Want me to carry the backpack?" I suggested. "Ja, please..." Bo replied, handing the day pack over to me. "Tack." (Thanks.) I slipped into the straps, and adjusted it. "Är du redo?" (Are you ready) Bo asked Jan. "Ja, låt oss gå." (Yes, let's go) Jan answered. "Hey, that's not fair..." I grinned. "I mean, I don't know what you're saying. You wouldn't be happy if I spoke in a foreign language, right?" The boys turned and grinned at me. "You are speaking a foreign language." Jan chuckled. And the three of us had a good laugh at that. We mounted the bikes and rolled out of the drive. The boys set a casual pace at first, and we talked while we rode. Jan, it turned out was pretty cool. He was thirteen, several months older than Bo. He had short blond hair, and was a good looking kid also, but certainly not even close to the stunning good looks and cuteness of Bo. He must be about five foot five inches tall, an inch or two taller than Bo, and even though he was lean and fit; well, he wasn't Bo. When we we're all nicely warmed up, the pace quickened a bit as we wound around back roads which turned into some very nice countryside. We rotated around a little, riding single file at times as we started some gradual inclines. Both boys were ahead of me at one point, riding side by side, and I had to smile as I looked at them; their spandex shorts firmly hugging their tight rounded butts. Jan's outfit was mostly white, and being somewhat thin, the color difference between skin and Lycra was fairly obvious. I could distinguish his butt crack beneath the fabric, moving from side to side as he peddled. Then I watched Bo as he peddled effortlessly up the incline. His smooth calf muscles flexed with each peddle stroke. His long legs were so well defined, and they blended into the firm curves of his butt. "Damn..." I thought to myself. The inclines became more intense, and I had to really work at it. We stood on the pedals from time to time, to get the extra power needed on the steeper parts. The boys instructed me on the fine art of the pace line. That's when the riders fall in close, directly behind one another, drafting each other. We're talking at most, six inches from wheel to wheel at high speed. One rider leads for awhile, then pulls off the front and drops back, falling in behind the last rider again. It saves a lot of energy, as it gives the back riders a short break; but you have to stay focused, one wrong move and one or more riders will go down in a heap. The boy's were really quite knowledgeable about all this, and seemed to enjoy explaining things to me; though truth be told, I already knew about this stuff. It was a long, steady climb, that eased off from time to time, giving our legs a slight recovery break. Finally, as we sweated from the effort, the terrain leveled off and we rolled effortlessly along the winding upper country roads. The air was fresh, the scenery beautiful, and the early afternoon sun was warm on our backs. At length, the winding road came across, and paralleled a long clear lake. We followed it for awhile, and at one point I noticed some people near the lake, a family, swimming and sunning themselves. They were.... Hell all of them were naked. Young kids playing naked and swimming, while several nude adults sunbathed near the edge. I quickly looked at Bo and Jan. They had seen them of course, but were only showing mild interest. "So... Is that like, legal here?" I asked. Both boys turned to look at me. "Ja. it's no big deal." Jan said, matter of factly. I turned to look back once again at the family, enjoying themselves by the water. When I faced forward again, I saw that Bo and Jan were leaned in close, saying something quietly to each other. "Kom igen. Det finns en plats som vi kan gå simnig." Jan rifled off in Swedish. "What did he say?" I asked, totally clueless. "He said, come on. There is a place we can go swimming." Bo translated, and he smiled impishly at me. We rode the bikes down the road a few more kilometers, then turning off onto a small worn trail, we walked the bikes down to the edge of the lake. The water looked fantastic, and there was kind of a grassy area along the bank. We lay the bikes down on their sides in the grass. This looked great. We were all sweating from the ride, and I thought that a nice swim, and some snacks would be awesome. "This is a cool spot." I said, turning to Bo, who was standing alongside me. "Ja." Bo agreed. "We swim here a lot." I nodded and took the backpack off to set it in the low grass. I noticed that both of the boys had unzipped and taken off their riding jerseys, so I followed suit and peeled my tight 'Under Armour' shirt off over my head. When I looked back at the other boys, both of them were sitting in the grass, taking off their riding shoes and socks. I smiled curiously, wondering how this was going to work. I kicked off my sneakers, and sat down to pull off my socks, when I heard a boyish holler. Looking up, I saw Jan running past me toward the water. He was naked, and he leaped as he reached the water's edge, and plunged into the cool lake. I grinned with anticipation, and turned to look back at Bo. He had just pulled his spandex shorts down and was stepping out of them. With a meaningful grin, he ran past me and sprawled out in a naked dive into the lake. Oh my god... Though it had only been a quick glimpse, I had just seen for the very first time, Bo's beautiful young boy parts. It was as I had expected, or perhaps fantasized about. Bo wasn't circumcised, and his young penis had bounced back and forth when he had run past. I don't know, it had been so fast. I thought his soft pink sausage must have been about three and a half inches or so. His testicles had been bouncing loosely below his young snake... But I couldn't for the life of me, say if he had any pubes or not. I was..... I was thunderstruck... "Hey, come on..." Jan called out from the water. I stood up and looked at them. "Come on, join in." Bo said. His beautiful torso gleaming in the clear, sparkling water. He had such an inviting smile on his face. I smiled back, then undoing my riding shorts, I pulled them down and let them drop into the grass. Both boys watched, as I walked to the edge of the water. My young teenage body was trim, and muscled, and though it didn't totally register to me, both boys were intently looking at my junk. Looking at my small tight patch of light brown pubes, and loose smooth balls. And though Bo had already seen me once, mine was probably the first 'cut' dick that Jan had really seen. I took a quick step and dove into the water, coming to the surface near the boys. Bo looked at me as I whipped the water from my eyes. There was an odd, bemused look on his face. Like he was wondering about something. Curious perhaps if his own young genitals had been what I had expected. I smiled warmly at him, and nodded. In moments we were all swimming, and playing together in the water. We splashed, and wrestled about. It all seemed so wonderfully natural to swim this way. The boys thought nothing of it, and would climb onto my back, their smooth tender boy bits sliding across my skin. I'm quite sure I would have gotten a major hard on, but we were having so much fun playing that it stayed soft, for the most part. At one point, to my surprise, one or both of them playfully groped me under the water. Innocent play, I supposed. When the opportunity came up, and with great anticipation, I groped back of course. The feel of their soft boy flesh was a satisfyingly, enjoyable treat. After awhile, we swam out to a stump that was jutting out of the water about fifty yards out. We rested there a bit, the boy's wanted to race me back to the shore. I'm older and bigger than they are, not to mention being on the swim team in High School, so I gave them a head start. In the end to no ones surprise, I passed and distanced them, then stood waiting for them in the waist deep water near shore. Laughing, Bo reached me first and he wrapped himself around me. He clung to my neck with his arms, and wrapped his legs around my waist, his warm chest against mine. I could feel his soft boy parts pressed against my waist, and as I looked into his fantastic blue eyes he smiled warmly at me. Jan reached us then, and he grabbed hold of me as well. We played for a long while, swimming and wrestling together in the water. Finally exhausted, with the boys hanging all over me, I turned and hauled both boys toward the shore, and we climbed out together. The three of us dropped down onto the grass, and just lay there side by side to rest. We closed our eyes, and let the hot afternoon sun warm us. Opening my eyes though, I looked over at Bo, who was lying beside me. He was on his back, and my eyes drifted slowly from his head to his toes. His tanned nakedness was like kryptonite to me; overpowering. His wet body was stunningly beautiful as he lie there, glistening in the bright warming sun. There was simply nothing I would change. His feet were perfect, his legs were smooth and firm, all the way up to his youthful groin. I swallowed hard as I gaped at his sweet young testicles, resting loosely and comfortably in his smooth hairless scrotum. His soft uncircumcised penis rested easily against his left thigh. He was indeed about three and a half inches long, including the foreskin that hung loosely over it's tip. I was mesmerized, and It took willpower not to reach out and take it for my own. I noticed then that the boy had only a very sparse touch of soft, short brown pubes just starting to grow in above his flaccid boypole. My eyes drifted upward following the 'v' groove that defined his almost bare pubic mound, up to his wonderfully flat stomach, and then on to his chest, and his golden brown dime sized nipples. I looked from his tender neck, to his boyishly beautiful face, and his long blond hair lay askew across his forehead. I shivered at how taken I was with him. I had to look at his young boy parts again, and could only imagine him erect and playful. I shivered again at the very thought of it. Then, out of curiosity I looked past my Bo, to the other boy lying beside him. Jan was on his stomach, and though his body couldn't begin to compare with Bo, he was still cute; and the round white curves of his buttocks was enticing in it's own right. How wonderful this was, I thought, that three boys could lie here so comfortable in our nakedness. Nothing embarrassing, no shyness or bother. It made me wonder why we are such prudes in America. Shy, timid, concerned about such simple, elegant things. It seemed rather odd. I glanced again at Jan who had rolled over now, onto his back. His penis was a bit longer than Bo's, but it looked about the same thickness; about an inch. He had a few more pubes as well, but his young testicles didn't hang as loosely as Bo's; neither did his foreskin which was tight to the tip. As I looked at his face, I saw that his eyes were open, and he was in turn, checking me out. A brief flash of embarrassment washed over me, but then I thought; so what. I looked again at Jan, and when our eyes met, we both knew we had been eying each other. Jan had seen me looking at Bo's naked body, and that's when he began looking at mine. I smiled at him, and he grinned back. "Nice..." he said. "Ja. It's cool." I answered. The talking prompted Bo to open his eyes. He looked first at Jan, then over at me. He smiled warmly at me, then propping himself up on his elbows, I couldn't help but notice him glance down at my boy junk, and I in turn, looked at his again. I had to laugh out loud at the curiosity we all shared. "What?" Bo asked. "Han vill ha din kuk..." (He wants your dick.) Jan laughed. "Håll käft!" (Shut up) Bo said, embarrassed. Leaving me once again with no idea what they had said to each other. "Tror du att han skulle onanera med oss?" (Do you think he would masturbate with us?) Jan asked sincerely. "Nej. Håll käft dig tönt..." (No. Shut up you dork.) Bo said again. And he turned to punch his friend lightly on the arm. "So, are you guys making fun of me?" I asked, with mock concern. "No... Jan's just a dork." Bo grumbled. He got to his feet, and walked over to pick up the backpack. Bringing it over, he sat down again, and dug through it. He pulled out some beef jerky treats, and some kind of chocolate pastries, which he handed in turn to each of us. The three of us sat naked in the grass, nibbling on the jerky, and drinking some of the vitamin drink from our water bottles. In no time at all, the sun had dried us and we finished up the last of our snacks. I wanted to stay longer. I wanted to look at the beautiful naked boy longer, but sadly decided we should probably get going. I got to my feet and grabbed my shorts from the ground. But before I could step into them, Bo motioned for me to come over to him. I walked to him, and he took my wrist to turn me around. Then he used his hand to brush off some grass which was sticking to the back of my legs, and butt. "Tack." I thanked him, and climbed quickly into my shorts, thinking that his warm touch on my butt would cause me to bone up. Bo was still sitting naked in the grass, as he struggled to turn his socks right side out. I crouched on my haunches, and picked up his other sock, trying to help him. Reaching out, I took his smallish foot into my hand. He lay back and raised his leg up. Cupping his heel in my hand, I began to put his sock on for him. With his leg raised up like that, his young balls hung freely below him, and his butt cheeks spread apart slightly. I could see his little 'pink grommet' peeking out below his soft nut sack. I could feel myself starting to grow wood now, and was glad I had already put my shorts back on; though from the amused look on Jan's face, I think he knew what was happening. Jan reached up, and I took his hand and helped him to his feet. And, just so he wouldn't feel left out, I happily brushed the grass from his bum as well. We finished dressing, much to my disappointment, and after I slipped the backpack on, we picked up our bikes and walked them back up the short trail to the road. The three of us climbed back onto our bikes and started down the highway once again. I looked back toward the clearing, just to get a good visual. This had been a fun little excursion, one that I wanted always to remember. We peddled another mile or so down the same road, then split off toward another highway, heading back to the South. Soon, we were flying down the several miles of steep downhill gradient. Being heavier, my extra weight came into play, as the very gravity that I had battled riding up here, now became my friend and pulled me rapidly downhill. I shifted my position on the handlebars, getting down low in the drops to become more aerodynamic; and shifted into the bigger gear on the chainring. My bike didn't have a ride computer on it like the other's did; but Bo told me later we were ripping along at seventy two kilometers an hour. That translates out to about forty five miles an hour, which is literally flying on a bicycle. We hollered like banshee's when we finally leveled out at the bottom, and slowed down. "Yeah... That was awesome." I hooted. "That was screaming fast." Bo said. "I think that's the fastest we've ever done that hill." He gave me the credit, as they had loosely drafted me down the gradient. We rode the last five miles at a much slower pace, chatting happily amongst ourselves as we peddled. Finally we came to familiar ground, and with the Hansson's farm in sight, we stopped at the road junction. Jan was going to go the other way, back toward his home. Jan and I clasped hands, and pulled each other into a one arm 'bro hug'. He looked at me, and with a smile he said, "That was fun. Thanks." Then added "Jag gillar dig väldigt mycket." "No speekee Svedish..." I joked. He laughed, and rolled a few feet over to Bo, giving him a brief hug the same way. Then he whispered something into Bo's ear. He smiled back at me, and with a wave he headed off toward his home. Bo and I turned the other way, heading back to Mårten's farm. I put my hand on Bo's shoulder as we rode, and he smiled at me. "So, what did he say to me back there?" I asked out of curiosity. "He said he likes you very much." Bo replied. "And..? What did he whisper to you?" I asked with a curious little grin. "Virkligin? (Really?) You honestly want to know?" Bo grinned back at me. "Well duh... Yeah, I'm curious." I told him. He looked at me and smiled. "He said, he likes your dick..." And with that surprise statement, we turned into the long driveway leading up to the farm. We rode up to the barn and getting off the bikes, we noticed that the Hansson's car was gone. I opened the door to the barn and we rolled the bicycles inside and placed them in the bike rack. Then I followed Bo over to the house. There was a note on the kitchen table; Mårten and Anneli had just gone into town for groceries, and hoped to be back before six o clock. It was only five now. "Well," Bo said. "I suppose I should go take a shower to clean up." "Uh, yeah... Probably a good idea." I replied. He glanced tentatively at me. "Ok... Well, I guess I'll go do that then." he said. "Yeah. Me too." I said awkwardly. I gave him a little half wave, and walked slowly through the kitchen. I paused for a second at the side door, listening and considering. But not hearing anything I went outside and walked back out to the barn. Going into my bedroom, I sat on the corner of the bed to contemplate for a moment, and to pull off my Nike trainers and socks. I stood up then, and walking into the bathroom I peeled off my shirt and riding shorts, and got into the shower. The warm water felt nice against my sweat-sticky skin, and as it washed over me, I began to think back on the days events. This had truly been a great day. The ride, the lake, all of it. And of course the best part; I had gotten to see Bo, naked in all his Swedish beauty. I was smitten with this youngster, his pure innocence and tender nature. I began to shampoo my hair, and with my eyes closed I thought I heard the faintest of sounds. It sounded vaguely like the shower door... And then I felt the warm touch of a soft hand on my back. "You said, maybe next time, Ja? Well, this is next time." Bo said in his soft boyish voice. He stepped into me, the warmth of his bare chest pressed firmly to my back, as his arms wrapped around my torso. I shivered beneath his soft touch, and I could feel my boy part begin to stiffen... End of Part Three ( Yes, more is on the way.) Comments welcome at ians.daydream@gmail.com You can find my other stories in the Young Friends section, or in the Prolific Authors section, under the name: About A Boy Naked In the Night Blind In A Boy's Eye Peter and the Pirates The Kid Next Door Boys On Holiday The Thing About Cory My Time With David My Friend Coda Warm Summer Days The Boy By The Lake Summer of Discoveries Skateboarder of Venice Beach